Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Four

Leaving her to stew for a moment I wriggle deeper into the seat of my old sedan, my heat skipping and fluttering as we pass by police cars as I worry about being pulled over without any sort of ID. I feel a her nudge me eliciting a giggle from the two of us as I finally respond.

"Fine, but I get to be your maid of honor when you and Sarah..." I giggle, blinking a little as I find the request slipping out without a second thought.

"Shut uuuuuuup" Kelly squeals, turning away as she opens the window in search of fresh air. "You'd better not be like this the whole trip."

Changing Clothes: Haley - Part Three

As I open the door to the Mitchell's home I slip inside, pouting a little as I compare their far more spacious apartment to my cramped little box.

Suddenly, the sound of a door shutting behind me snaps me from my daze. I whip around only to find the door to my apartment shut as the clicking of the lock rings out into the hall. Cocking one of my bushy eyebrows I pace slowly into Alex and Haley's apartment, pouting and nibbling at my lips in frustration.

"Where could..." I huff, pausing in my tracks as I spot a small silver frame. My eyes go wide, my blood running cold as I stare into the picture. The frame was familiar, having held a picture of a heavily pregnant Haley and Alex at their wedding only a few months back, any sight of that original photo having vanished without a trace

'Bethany' stands next to the slightly taller Alex, the grinning woman holding a familiar little lilac bundle in her arms. Alex's arm wraps around her shoulder, a modest side hug between friends or so I had thought. We had taken the picture a little over a week ago, Haley demanding that the three of us pose so she could get a picture of 'The Best Auntie in the World'.

However, I'm left reeling as I read the cursive text beneath the frame.

Mr & Mrs Mitchell - Congratulations 

Changing Clothes: Rachel - Part Three

"Vicky asked about Luci specifically, she couldn't remember the last time she saw you, it would make the event so special and who knows how many more she..." Rachel begins to mumble, the thought of her friends advancing age seeming to weigh on her.

"I like greens, yellows, and browns" I mutter under my breath, pouting a little as I shuffle towards the door. Catching my intention Rachel immediately perks up, the older woman cooing excitedly as she quickly minces to catch up to me.

"Earth tones, they'll suit you dear, very mature" she remarks, jotting down more notes in her notebook. As we reach the door I find her wrapping her arms around me from behind, my heart melting for a moment as my body reacts to the affection.

 

"Don't you worry on second dear" Rachel coos, reaching up to open the door. "Let Nana organize everything, you just head down to the office." 

Changing Clothes: Margaret - Part Three

As she opens the door she looks outside, a smirk spreading across her borrowed lips as she places a hand on the small of my back.

"Actually, perhaps we can have a drink tomorrow.." she muses, shoving me out through the door almost violently with her newfound strength. "It looks like you need to get home" she chuckles, dropping her keys in the hall before slamming the door shut on my confused form as I hear a voice call out.

"Well hello there" coos Mr. Richards "Thought you'd be getting ready for date night?"

 

The man is a silver fox in the making, his dark brown hair only just starting to develop a few grays along his sideburns and in the gruff muzzle of five-o-clock shadow he calls a beard that runs down his firm and chiseled. A set of black glasses set on his nose, amplifying her gray-blue eyes as he looks down at me. Standing at only around 5'11" he is a bit shorter than I had been, though in my current state he manages to steal a few inches over me.

He is dressed in a tight white button-up shirt, a dark navy blue suit jacket slung over one shoulder while his of-hand holds a fine leather messenger bag. A stripped range, white, and blue tie hangs loose around his neck, having been let down over this trip home from the office. 

Despite his age, being somewhere in is very early forties, he still remained rather fit and healthy, looking more than able to pick up a sweet and curvaceous woman like Margaret without much trouble at all.

Swapping Science - Part One

"Wa... up..." calls a weak and croaking voice in the distance, the words seemingly bouncing off my mind as a heavy blanket of sleep clings to my addled mind. I feel something tap at my face, withered and leathery it weakly smacks my cheek as though to coax me while failing to hit much harder. I let out a soft groan, my dry mouth and mounting headache leaving me wondering just how much I had drunk the night before.

However, try as I might I simply couldn't remember the night before. With each attempt to dredge up the memories I feel them slip from my mental grasp, everything beyond the mid-afternoon sitting in my apartment with a book simply falling away like grains of sand through parted fingers.

"Mr...ughes..." calls the voice again, the croaking of the elderly male sounding more stern than before. After a moment I hear the clicking of heels of some hard floor, the sound growing closer before suddenly coming to a stop inches away from me. Suddenly, I feel a palm strike my face with no small amount of force as my face begins to sting with an intense heat and pain.

Changing Clothes: Gracie - Part Three

Gracie chuckles nervously, her face growing redder by the second as she takes a sharp inhale from her cigarette before putting it out in the sink.

"I know, you can thank me latter" she mumbles, downing her glass of wine before heading towards the door. "So if I get you some shoes I take it you're keen to..."

"Fuck yeah!" I shout, draining my far larger glass of wine in excitement before stubbing out the cigarette in the bottom of the glass. "I owe you one."

Lurching forward, staggering for a moment as the heft of my chest threatening to topple me over, I quickly begin to waltz towards the door. My narrow waist and fairly slender hips thankfully lack much of the same sway I had found when trying on the other clothes, the entirety of the destabilizing wobble coming from the heavy sagging weights in front of me.

Through the large holes in the side of my dress I constantly feel my arms brush and bump into the fishnet mesh and the soft squishy flesh as I walk, my gait shifting slight as I find my stride shrinking to adjust to the lack of a bra. Ahead of me Gracie bolts out the door, her combat boot clad footfalls echoing loudly as she races towards the stairs and up towards her shared apartment.

Snatching up my wallet and phone from the coffee table I sigh groaning under my breath as I pat the sides of my skin tight leather pants. For a moment I shift awkwardly, trying to think of a solution short of using a backpack or cleaning out my leather messenger bag.

Biting at my lip I reach up to the stretchy neckline of the fish net up, tugging it forward as I slowly inch the icy cold mobile between my overwhelming cleavage. Shiver run though my shrunken form, a gasp slipping from my plump lip as the device quickly disappears between the soft mounds and grows stuck to the sweaty flesh.

Toss my wallet back to the table I simply decide to hold my keys for now, my mind now hyper aware of the jiggling of my chest as it holds my phone in place.

Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Three

"So... pleeeeease Heather..." she whines, teasing my hair as she tests the strength of the long and large singular braid now resting behind me. "I'll owe you! I bought you everything you'll need, and you can keep it as like... eighteen years of missed birthday presents and... and I swear you'll love them, like I got them from cool thrift stores and..."

"Okay okay" I giggle, shaking my head as I feel the heft if the braid behind me. "When do we need to leave."

Changing Clothes: Emily - Part Three

"Maybe some lingerie..." she coos, gently kissing my cheek as I nod eagerly. "Maybe a cute little dress, and an apron for your to wear around my apartment" she continues, kissing me tenderly on the lips.

Suddenly, she begins to chuckle before pulling back. I feel myself get placed back on the ground, the redhead obviously very pleased with herself as she tries to fight back the laughter.

"You really do make a cute woman Jess. Come on, we've got to go to the gym."

Mental-Verse - Prologue

Shuffling up the stairs towards my apartment I can't help but rub at my eye, the numbness in the left side of my slowly wearing off as dulling aching slides in to replace it. I'd been forced to cover it on the way home, the anesthetic and paralytic making even the cloudy light light outside nearly blinding, my hand mostly working to hide the dilated pupil and the bloodshot reddened area near the injection sight.

My mind races as I shamble towards the next landing, turning sharply as I move towards the next set of stairs. I didn't feel any different, beyond the marked pain building behind my eyes. Thoughts of whether or not it had even worked quickly begin to creep in, the distracting thoughts nearly causing me to collide with the couple bounding down the stairs.

"On your left!" shouts the familiar voice of Alex, the recent father from across the hall. I quickly inch myself into the right side of the stairwell, wincing as I feel the wooden railing press into my waist. Spreading my fingers slightly I look at the two as they stand a little above me, the world becoming blisteringly bright as I find them cast in deep blurred shadows.

Changing Clothes: Rachel - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of Rachel as her eyes glancing around conspiratorially as she fiddles with her expensive rings.

 

She had been quite the bombshell in her youth, though those days were long behind. The woman was approaching seventy at this point, only a year or so away from the big milestone, and it showed in her body. Her face was lined with wrinkles, Laugh lines and crows feet digging deep into her skin as her once soft and pinchable cheeks sagged slightly into jowls.

Her silvery hair rest around her head in a tight bob, the once red hair having dulled over the decades to the shimmering strands now expertly styled into a business-like aesthetic. Beneath a starched and firm ruffled blouse rests her rather sizeable chest, the supple mounds usually sagging heavily after multiple pregnancies and the ravages of age and requiring the support of her rather obvious pus-up bra to form a large shelf of flesh.

Her wide childbearing hips had gotten a lot of use over the years, her husband having used them thoroughly as handholds and to bear his offspring. Her ass, once pert and plump from photographs she had of her wedding day, now sagged as one of the few other sections of thick flab that lacked the perkiness of youth. Her lower body is covered in a thick knee length skirt, a set of dark stockings coating legs as she shuffles a little in the doorway.

Changing Clothes: Haley - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of Haley with a small squirming bundle resting in her arms

Her long dark hair is done up in a loose ponytail, hanging up high before falling down to brush against her shoulders. The once glossy strands appear now dull and frayed, her hair seemingly mirroring her nerves. The young Thai woman's eyes appear blood shot and hooded, deep dark bags resting beneath the deep brown pools evidencing a serious lack of sleep.

She stand about a foot shorter than me, her socks adding little to her five foot four frame. A tight white shirt clings to her slouched form, her engorged yet modest bust pressing out against the material as her thick dark nipples stand firmly at attention. A few stains mar the otherwise clean bright cotton, the dull remnants of spit up and food having soaked deep into the fibers.

A loose set of gray tracksuit pants cover her legs, the baggy legs soon tightening as the stretchy material paints itself over her wide hips and plump full ass. She had always had a set of wide full hips, her ass easily being her most eye catching feature, and without a chance to lose the additional weight from her pregnancy it had only grown.

Resting in her arms squirms a small bundle in a lilac comforter, baby Alice having been swaddled before her mother brought her over. Soft brown hair overs her head, the little thing taking after her father Alex, his pale complexion also coming through in the tiny bundle of joy.

Changing Clothes: Gracie - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of Gracie as she fiddles with her piercings and hair as she adjusts her look

The young woman in her early twenties stands at around five foot six, her head slumped as the bags beneath her eyes evidence ye another long day at the cafe and campus.

Her build is rather plain, slender with a modest bust beneath her large black band shirt and the rough well-worn oversized leather jacket draped over her narrow shoulders. It is enhanced by her tattoos and piercings however, an intense amount of black ink covering her arms and neck while all manner of rings and studs dot her lip, ears, and nose. Her nose appears slightly rosy, the thick black metal ring running through the septum chilling it in the cold winter air, her ear lobe stretching out thanks to the wide black plastic discs resting inside them.

Her lips, coated in a fresh layer of black lipstick quiver in a faint sense of nervousness, the normally dry and tired young woman seemingly upset about something that I couldn't put my finger on.

Her lower body is clad in a set of black skinny jeans, her scrawny legs and small pert rear making the denim appear painted on. Small tears and rips adorn the pants, with some basic stitching and iron on patches sealing some of the worst gashes in the denim.

Changing Clothes: Margaret - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of Margaret grinning with a sly knowing smirk

 

The woman in her late thirties stands a good deal shorter than me, and even her step-daughter, easily only being between five foot five or five foot six. Her lightly tan skin appears to glow and compliment her honey blonde hair, the fraying and wiry mass constantly fighting to be free from her green clay headband and the black hair tie helping to form into a loose pony tail.

Her soft and rounded dough cheeks appear flushed and rosy, her slender red lips twisting into a mischievous smile as she cranes her neck to look into the apartment. Her hazel eyes, sparkling with little coppery flecks, dart about as she seems to take stock of the room behind me

A set of large form fitting jeans over her lower body, the dark blue fabric straining over her doughy and cellulite riddle backside and thighs. Her hips, while somewhat wide, become lost in her flab, leading to the waist of the pants to sink in seemingly painfully. A white t-shirt covers her upper body, her soft upper arms being lightly pinched by the sleeves while her sizeable saggy chest is held up by a plain cream-colored bra.

A large bag is slung over her shoulder, the jostling sound of paper and wood coming up from the hidden contents as she slips into the apartment.

Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of Kelly bouncing on the balls of her feet as she fails to hold back her energy.

Changing Clothes: Emily - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of Emily tapping her foot impatiently as she folds her arms.

Changing Clothes - Part Two

"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.

My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of an unmarked and damaged box with a torn label.

The sturdy knee high cardboard box appears to be of a rather tough and high quality build, the multiple layers of corrugated material having cushion it through what must have been a terrible journey. Deeps gashes and cuts mar the sides, black marks from tires or some other rubber streak over the crumpled top.

Reflected Realities - Part Two

The overwhelming compelling force pulls whatever I had become closer and closer to the broken mirror, the tiny object looking more and more like some gaping maw as the sound of rushing air and faint moans begins to each up from impossible hole.

My vision suddenly spins as I'm forced into, my own cozy apartment suddenly getting replaced with the sight of the slender and busty young woman in the ill-fitted uniform, her hands holding the young man's head to her chest.

Changing Clothes - Part One

Taking a deep breath I sip slowly at my coffee, my eyes still heavy after yet another nap. The light outside my kitchen window takes on a red hue, the constant sleeping over the past few days having made it hard to tell whether it was early or late without the help of a clock.

The flu had hit me like a bus out of nowhere, the disease sinking in and bearing its teeth as I lay sweating in bed for what must have been days. Thankfully I had survived, not in any small part due to the efforts of my neighbors. From the food delivered by the loving doughy stepmother Margaret or the newly minted mother Haley, to Gracie the goth upstairs and Kelly the young artsy student down the hall keeping it down for the week, and even Rachel my elderly landlord having Emily her usually bitchy gym bunny granddaughter help with my laundry, the whole building seemed to have helped in some way.